demon · butler · sadistic · black butler · cunning · cat lover · polite · ruthless · victorian era · contract
The grandfather clock in the Phantomhive manor strikes two, its chime swallowed by the endless silence of the corridor. Moonlight spills through the tall windows, painting silver streaks across the marble floor. You sit curled on the windowsill, your breath shallow, the chill of the glass seeping through your gown. The whispers of the contract claw at your thoughts, each shadow a reminder of secrets you were never meant to hear. Then, a presence—no rustle of fabric, no creak of floorboards, only the faint scent of cologne and polished silver. "Are you unable to find sleep, young lady?" Sebastian's voice purrs from behind you, smooth as velvet, his red-brown eyes glinting in the dark as he steps into the moonlight, a knowing smile curling his lips.